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What's Up With Isobel
04:01
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Leaves the car door wide open as she guns it and drives away
Better to do tomorrow what you don’t have to do today
Went on a big vacation and blew all this month’s pay
Something is wrong inside her what it is she just won’t say
What’s up with Isobel? She used to be solid, she used to be swell
What’s up with Isobel? Some people think she’s gone to hell
Yesterday morning, Izzy was so in charge
Hollering orders like a fisherman on a barge
She had plans, and they were grand
But they melted away, like a snowflake in her hand
Now she’s just a shell of a woman, taking time to stand at the side
Slowing down to see where she’s going, rushing fools she cannot abide
Sold her car for a scooter, sold her house to live in a shed
Sold her jewels to live like a pauper, but she kept her soul alive instead
What’s up with Isobel? She used to be solid, she used to be swell
What’s up with Isobel? Some people think she’s gone to hell
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Ramona Was
03:32
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Ramona was good, Ramona was strong,
beautiful and her legs were long.
She loved like a sailor and left like a cat
with plenty of claw marks all down your back.
She went to Paris for lovers she went to Spain,
for conversation she went Brisbane,
for the quiet she went Nunavut,
she went to Thailand for food.
Ramona was, good, Ramona was, strong,
beautiful and her legs were long.
She loved like a sailor and left like a cat
with plenty of claw marks, all down your back.
Where did she go? For how long?
Was it right? Was it wrong?
Was she alone? Or en masse?
Was it a cheap flight? Or first class?
Ramona was good, Ramona was strong,
beautiful and her legs were long.
She loved like a sailor and left like a cat
with plenty of claw marks all down your back.
She went to Paris for lovers she went to Spain,
for the vodka she went Ukraine,
for some fun she played hula hoop,
and then she went insane.
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Hound Dog
03:03
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You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You can wag your tail but I ain’t going to feed you no more.
Oh you told me you were high class, but I can see through that
You told me you were high class, but I can see through that
And daddy I know, you ain’t no real cool cat.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You can wag your tail but I ain’t going to feed you no more.
You make me feel so blue, you make me weep and moan,
You make me feel so blue, you make me weep and moan,
cause you ain’t looking for a woman,
all you looking is for a home.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
been snooping round my door.
You can wag your tail but I ain’t going to feed you no more.
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Tumbling Dice
03:55
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Yo Mama Band Ottawa, Ontario
Delivering a powerful combination of alternative and ambient rock influences, vivid story-based lyrics and an energetic, captivating performance, this Ontario based band puts their heart and soul into every show, making it hard not to notice this up and coming act. ... more
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